Cody Siegel
At just around twilight
The dreams I dreamt were flooded with fireflies and tangos
Gazing into your eyes and knowing I was at rest
But my wild thoughts, as I consciously lie
Capture these dreams
For all but about fortnite
The spell by night witches was steeped with songbirds and their melodies
Hearing your chime and seeing I was home
Yet the wildings spewing around their hissing cauldron
Strangle my illusions of love
By merely civil dusk
The sorceress I sought was plagued by her sirens and her sibilance
Feeling the pulsating touch of your soft neck and nevermore clearing your trace
Still, the venom spewing through my veins and into my skull
Chomp these dreams to bits
When the clock struck silent
The phantom I mused was haunted by an enchantress and her handmaids
Hearing your soft sonorous sound and reaching that moment of gratification
Yet the midnight spirits stirring in my head
Refuse to grow weary
Long before dawnlight
The hallucinations I slept to oh so soundly were covered with nymphs and moonbeams
Touching your fragile essence and never releasing
Though the night fairies torture my erratic mind, as I contemplate our awoken love
And abuse the power of the passive
Before the somber sky awoke
The castle on the cloud I flew to was besieged with young Graces and their noble heirs
Praising your righteous purity and feeling glorified
Yet the yearning mirage was riddled with chanting vestals caroling in my ear
And dictate my gleeful grail
Earlier than forenoon
The brimstone temple I begged upon filled a jungle of golden tigers and silver monkeys
Meeting your sacred roots and worshiping your godly frame
Still, the snakes encroaching upon my tomb
Playfully slither between my bones
As the west rose above
A black marble palace was rampaged with panthers and their wicked jesters
Sinking into your tender lips and growing content
But the starving creatures crowd around their crystal ball
And dance about like mad children upon the fading moon
As the day’s divinity arises
The sirens are silenced
And the fine creatures rest
I turn beside your pulsating touch and your fragile essence
And there I lay awake--
Awake dreaming.